Saved By The Devil

Don't F**k With Me

Evan in the MM

"What do want to eat?" I questioned, never looking at him. "Shrimp scampi" he mumbled while scrolling through his phone. I gathered the ingredients from the well stocked pantry and refrigerator and went to work. I was like a zombie, my body was going through the motions, but my mind was elsewhere. I had to figure my way out of this situation. I finished dinner and made our plates. Once the table was set I let Evan know. He walked over to the table and instructed me to sit. I sat down and watched as he began to eat. He immediately spit out the food and looked at me with hatred in his eyes. I didn't know what could be wrong. All my life everyone has told me what a good cook I am, but he looked disgusted. He stood up and quickly walked towards me. Grabbing me by my arm he pulled me from my seat and backed me up against the wall. "What's wrong" I stuttered, tears already forming in my eyes. "You didn't peel the fucking shrimp?" he hissed. Shit, I thought. With everything going on my mind had been elsewhere, I knew he would punish me for being so careless. With my back against the wall and his body pressed against mine he swiftly grabbed my throat and squeezed tightly while locking eyes with me. I was frozen with fear and didn't even try to fight back. Suddenly he leaned down and began forcefully kissing me while keeping one hand on my throat and tightening his grip. I tried to wiggle free from him but it seemed to just make him angrier. He released my throat and bent me over the dinner table. At this point I had begun to sob loudly. He pulled down my sweat pants while keeping me pinned to the table with his other hand. In one swoop his pants were down and he was thrusting into me with all of his force. I screamed out in agony. He continued speeding up the pace until I had lost all will to fight, scream, or cry. He pumped his large member in and out of me until he reached his peak and came all over my ass and legs. I dropped down like a pile of wet rags on the floor, unable to walk or move after the pounding he had given me. As he adjusted himself in his pants he bent down looking at me, " I warned you about pissing me off, now get up and clean this mess. I'll order takeout." With that he walked into his bedroom. Using the table to brace myself I pulled my body from the floor and limped to the kitchen to get to work. I was mentally numb. I knew that if I wanted to survive I would have to stay that way.

Author's Note
Poor Layla 🥺🥺
Can anyone save her from this mess??
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